As wine-making is a process--so Am I.
Just as grapes of wine endure pressing and trampling and agitation,
so have I.
The force of my dilemmas crushed and squeezed,
breaking the skin to liberate the contents of me,
Matters of seeds, that very well needed to be extracted
to produce a finer,
When life takes hold of your fruit,
to harvest carefully and ferment slowly
It is only right you pour out righteously,
the process that purified the heart painstakingly.
Because her voice--
said, pour water in your wine, cherie
Through all the blending and fining,
at times mellow,
Yet Vintage, Still Potent